Chapter Text
Imagine this:
You're driving.
The sky's bright. You look great.
In a word, in a phrase, it's a movie,
you're the star.
so smile for the camera, it's your big scene,
you know your lines.
I'm the director. I'm in a helicopter.
I have a megaphone and you play along,
because you want to die for love, you always have.
I'm the director
and I'm screaming at you,
I'm waving my arms in the sky,
and everyone's watching, everyone's
curious, everyone's
holding their breath.
- From Planet of Love , by Richard Siken
ONE
Taking up extra shifts at the wastewater treatment company Yoongi has been working at, for the past few months, must be really fucking with his head.
Yes. Must be that, because temporary loss of sanity seems to be the only way of explaining what he's trying to articulate right now.
From where he’s perched on the other side of the wide L-shaped couch that takes up most of their living room space, Yoongi is saying:
“ I’m fucking serious , if we built a tunnel-“ and Taehyung thinks what’s fucking serious is how cute he looks - all scrunched up eyebrows and fast words, eyes lost somewhere beyond what the rest of them can see as he very eloquently proposes that they build a tunnel, appendant to the city’s underground sewers, and rob one of the biggest casinos in town.
Taehyung would honestly be paying more attention - if only Hoseok’s hands in his hair didn’t feel so nice, if only that paired up with the way Jungkook has been wiggling his warm feet against Taehyung’s cold ones wasn’t lulling him into a sweet state of near-unconsciousness.
He yawns, loud but covered by his hand because his mom always said it wasn’t polite to yawn in other people’s faces, and with how close Jungkook’s face is to his own he figures it would be. Except Jungkook wouldn’t really care about that, probably, if the fact that he’s literally had his mouth on Taehyung’s a-
“I mean… Fuck it, I’m game,” Hoseok says, and Taehyung turns where he’s resting his head on Hoseok’s very nice legs, to look up at him because well, okay, they’re really doing this?
From the lone armchair that sits across from the couch, Seokjin offers a noncommittal shrug, eyelashes fluttering at how Jimin’s been mouthing at his neck ever since this conversation started.
“I mean… What the hell, I guess. We… Fuck- I, Jimin dammit, I can’t talk when you do that,” he says, feels the vibrations of Jimin’s laughter on his neck, his lap, as the other offers him but a shrug.
“Your neck gets all pink and pretty when you’re embarrassed, Jinnie hyung,” Jimin tells him with a sweet little laugh and wandering hands, and Seokjin mewls with pleasure.
There’s a collective groan from the couch.
“ Anyway ,” Namjoon says, very pointedly ignoring how Seokjin has taken to sneaking his own hands inside Jimin’s shirt. “This seems like a really stupid idea, Yoongi hyung… But, I mean, when has that ever stopped us before, huh?” He laughs, says “I’m in.”
Yoongi smiles, reaches out for a fist bump, ends sprawled across Namjoon’s lap, and decides that right now would be a perfect time to kiss the fuck out of him.
In the immediate vicinity of Taehyung’s mouth, Jungkook’s breath is warm and smells like mint. “I’m in, hyungs” Jungkook offers, and Taehyung leans further into him, to kiss him. Because, well. How could he not?
From the armchair, Jimin and Seokjin take a moment to stop eating face and finally give full verbal agreement, as well.
Jungkook sighs against Taehyung’s mouth. It makes his toes curl with delight.
“Tae?” Yoongi asks, making him pull back from Jungkook’s mouth.
And Taehyung… He’s so warm here. Maybe this is all incredibly stupid, and it will most likely not end as well as they expect it to, but Taehyung’s nothing if not reckless, with his heart and his choices. And if it got him here, right here , with all this love and warmth - well then, it can’t be that bad, can it?
So Taehyung says yes , because how could he not?
He read a poem once, a while back. Jungkook had been taking a literature class for college, and Taehyung had pretty much taken it along with him, with how involved he was in helping with all the work he had to do for it (he thinks he read more of the assigned material than Jungkook ever did). Anyway, he remembers it saying something about whispering together, quiet and meaningless , as wind in dry grass. Something about leaning together .
These moments feel a lot like that.
Maybe this will actually be make or break for them, or maybe it’ll go to shit, he doesn’t know. But, for now, they are just seven boys talking about a dumb plan, whispering meaningless things to each other, filled with such warmth it should burn their skins - but it doesn’t, it feels like home instead.
Sitting here, agreeing to some half-formed and very questionable plan, Taehyung feels them leaning together. As they always do.
Should the world end with a bang, or with a whimper; right now, or perhaps later... If he can stay here, then he cares not.
As long as he can stay here, warm and loved, every single thing outside of this, right here, can end.
And so it does.
♠️
“Yoongi hyung!” Hoseok calls, fingers curled around what is maybe his third cup of coffee today.
Hoseok doesn’t even drink coffee, so he must be stressed. Jungkook wonders if he should run him a bath, ultimately decides to just make space for himself on Hoseok’s lap.
Hoseok lets him (as he always does) and Jungkook makes himself at home in the space between his thighs, along the hard lines of his jaw. He smells soapy and tastes like all of Jungkook’s favorite things, pauses the work he’s doing on his computer to squeeze Jungkook’s hip.
A soft sigh leaves Hoseok’s lips as Jungkook presses soft little lingering kisses on any bit of skin his shirt isn’t covering.
“Yeah?” Yoongi offers, leaning inside the room they’re currently in.
“These fucking people are troglodytes ,” Hoseok tells him, a hand still on Jungkook’s hip, squeezing intermittently, as he looks at whatever’s on screen. “Nowhere on their database have I been able to find a single map of the quadrant you mentioned. This thing was so easy to hack it made me sad, and now I can’t even find anything that’s remotely useful.”
Yoongi comes closer, leans against the back of the chair and places a warm hand on the back of Hoseok’s neck, squeezing gently. Hoseok has taken to whining against the skin of Jungkook’s shoulder, huddling closer to him, both of his arms now around Jungkook.
“I mean, it’s a company dedicated to handling wastewater and sewage systems, Hoseokie,” Yoongi tells him, moving his hand from Hoseok’s shoulder to the warm skin of Jungkook’s cheek. The boy leans into the touch, turns his face to press a soft kiss to Yoongi’s palm. “I figured we maybe wouldn’t find anything, like this, but I didn’t want to interrupt your flow. With how much paperwork they have us fill out, and the amount of storage space we have for printed files at the main office, I doubted they kept anything of use in their database.”
“ Hyung, what the fuck,” Hoseok whines. “Why didn’t you say that before? I’ve been looking at this shit for the past forty five minutes. That’s a lot of minutes.”
Jungkook snorts at this, pets Hoseok’s hair a little in comfort.
“Sorry baby,” Yoongi says with a quick kiss to Hoseok’s hair, “I figured you’d wanna check it out anyway.”
Okay, so maybe he’s right. Hoseok groans because he knows he is.
“You could go for the casino now, look around for floor plans and secret rooms we could sneak into,” Jungkook offers. “I bet their stuff is way more interesting, huh?”
Hoseok lifts his head to look at him, smiles wide like the last forty five minutes aren’t a great loss anymore, now that a bigger target has been presented to him.
“You’re so smart, Jungkookie. What would hyung do without you?” Hoseok tells him, leaning in for a long kiss.
Jungkook kisses back eagerly, hips drawing slow circles on Hoseok’s lap. They both moan.
“Jesus, okay, ” Yoongi says, shaking his head. He leaves them be with a reminder to get some work done . He closes the door behind himself as he starts to wonder how the fuck they’re getting the maps they need, now.
From inside the study, the clink of a belt buckle hitting the floorboards is loud enough that Namjoon asks if everyone is okay, pausing on his way from his own room to the kitchen.
“Hoseok and Jungkook are about to get noisy,” Yoongi offers with a shrug, walking by Namjoon and pulling his phone out to text his boss about wanting to take care of file organization this month. They’re supposed to do a bunch of paperwork for every job they do, and then at some point, usually at the end of every month, some poor soul is supposed to make sure all that paperwork ends up correctly organized and labeled in their archives at the main offices - it’s as effective a system as it is modern. They usually just draw from a hat, to choose whoever the unwilling victim for the month is.
No one ever wants to do this, because it’s fucking awful (which is a lot considering their line of work consist of being shoulders-deep in waste, sometimes) but Yoongi is absolutely confident that somewhere in those long rows of shelves lies the answer to one of the most pressing matters right now (which is: how the fuck are they supposed to plot their ilegal tunnel digging activities to get from Point A - an insconspicuous manhole cover big enough to fit, albeit snug, a grown man - to Point B - jackpot, the end of the rainbow, a not-so-metaphorical pot of gold).
It comes as no surprise when his boss immediately writes back to say yes, of course! Keep up the good work!
And Yoongi would laugh, except Jimin chooses that exact moment to come barreling through the front door and lift him off the ground for a few twirls, with no discernible reason to offer.
Yoongi hangs on for dear life.
♠️
Namjoon is very good at talking to people - finding out what makes them tick, twirling them round and round on his nimble fingers, and getting them to do as he pleases. They often joke amongst themselves that Namjoon could sweet talk his way out of anything, and it would probably be funnier if it wasn’t true.
Empirical evidence suggests that this is in fact wholeheartedly accurate (one time, Namjoon had legitimately talked his way into getting them a full vacation for seven, plane tickets and all, for the exorbitant amount of $0.00; another time, Jimin and Taehyung were seconds away from spending a night in jail for indecent exposure, and he had but spoken a few words to the officer holding them in order to have them walking out of there without as much as fine; the list goes on and on). It’s truly a wonderful thing.
Which is why getting them an escape car that is actually a used van with colorful decals that suggest it was once a mobile pet groomer for approximately $0.00 and without any favors left to pay back, is fucking easy.
Which means his assigned task for this part of the plan is done with and he’s free to do as he likes. Later, when they actually say action and go through with this ludicrous plan of theirs, he’ll have to sweet talk his way in and out of the casino without raising any suspicion, smart enough to have it go his way and inconspicuous enough to blend into the background.
For now, though, he’s free to watch the episodes of Explained that he hasn’t gotten around to, with his head pillowed on Jimin’s firm thighs and his feet warm inside a fleece blanket.
Jimin is more of a hands-on professional (felon), he’ll come in handiest when they’re on the field - as Taehyung has taken to calling the general time and place for executing this ludicrous plan of theirs - but doesn’t really have to do much before their actual operation - as Jungkook had suggested, after hearing Taehyung talking about the field, they call their attempt at committing multiple crimes. Plus, neither of them have any classes to teach all week. Which means they can both enjoy an afternoon of doing absolutely nothing productive.
So a fleece blanket and Netflix it is.
“Jiminie, will you pet my hair?” Namjoon asks, the screen signaling that another episode will start in five seconds.
“Yeah hyung,” Jimin tells him, a sweet little smile on his lips as he threads soft fingers in Namjoon’s hair.
That’s how Seokjin finds them, a little later.
“Work was fucking tiring ,” he tells them both, sighing heavily as he lifts Namjoon’s feet to make room for himself on the couch, placing them back on his lap as he sits down. Both Namjoon and Jimin offer him groans of agreement, and then the three of them take to paying attention to the episode that’s playing on the screen.
“Hey sweets,” Jimin tells him a couple of minutes later, as the episode comes to an end. He turns to leave a quick kiss on Seokjin’s lips.
“Want me to bring you some coffee?” Namjoon asks him.
“Oh, Joon, could you please?” Seokjin tells him, sounding awfully whiny. “I’d love you more than I already do, which I honestly thought was not a possible thing up until now.”
Namjoon snorts. “Jeez okay, I’ll go,” he says, getting up from the couch.
Then it’s just Jimin and Seokjin, an episode about the female orgasm beginning to play on the screen before them.
“I can’t wait to commit an internationally recognized felony and get rich enough to never work again,” Seokjin tells him.
Jimin snorts.
“I’d keep you at the beach all day, baby. Move to some island where it’s so warm all you'd ever wear would be tiny shorts and coconut oil that you let me rub on your abs every hour or so,” Seokjin continues, moving closer to place some kisses on Jimin’s shoulder, for good measure, before moving back to his spot on the couch.
Jimin laughs at him, but he seems endeared.
“Rubbing coconut oil on your skin before going out in the sun doesn’t sound like a good idea,” Namjoon offers, coming back with a steaming mug of coffee. “I like the bit about the shorts, though. Maybe you should do the same, hyung, and I could be the one rubbing appropriate sun protection fluids on both of you.”
Seokjin laughs, reaching out for the mug and thanking Namjoon with a deep kiss.
“ Fluids ,” he snorts into Namjoon’s mouth, after a while, pulling away.
“ Whatever ,” Namjoon tells him, cheeks a little pink as he goes to make himself comfortable on both of their laps again.
“When and if we get away with this stupid thing, I definitely vote for fucking off to an island in the middle of nowhere. We could live off of coconut water, sunlight and love,” Jimin tells them, a little dreamily.
“And you could wear the shorts,” Seokjin tells him.
“And you could wear the shorts too, hyung” Namjoon tells Jin.
“And we could all wear the fucking shorts, I guess,” Jimin tells them with a tired sigh. “You guys are insufferable.”
On the screen, the show’s narrator is talking about how only 18% of women can orgasm from just vaginal penetration alone.
“I feel that,” Namjoon says, very seriously.
Jimin and Seokjin both grunt in agreement.
♠️
It’s actually quite easy to find the map they need, to Yoongi’s utmost delight and surprise. Inside the giant space, with endless shelves and boxes of paper on paper on paper, there is a neat little corner that says Maps of the City’s Underground Sewage System. Which, he guesses, if he actually took the time to organize files appropriately whenever he’s unlucky enough to have to do it, he would’ve noticed this before.
As is, he just takes the box and spends the next thirty minutes rummaging through maps and looking at the notes he had taken down on his phone the last time he’d been sent underground into the endless maze of water tunnels. There’s a specific quadrant, which he will find the plots for, that sits snug and smelly right under the biggest Casino in town. Which is where Yoongi had been, when this genius idea of his they’re all currently balls-deep in had come about.
It had happened like this: when he had arrived on site that morning, Yoongi hadn’t paid much attention to his surroundings. He’d just hopped off the company’s car with one the workmate he’d been assigned that day, and they had lifted the lid of the manhole they were supposed to use on that day, and then it was underground and smelly for them.
It had been a particularly unpleasant affair, because the water level had been high and the repairs they were meant to do on the tunnel took longer than either of them had been expecting.
In the end, it had taken them a good few hours to get it all done and by the time they called it a day it was already nearing sundown.
Which had made it all the more perfect. Because when Yoongi emerged, sweaty and smelling of sewage, from the gritty hole in the concrete, the last tendrils of sunlight had made a beautiful halo around the expensive facade of the Casino, as it stood tall and proud and right in front of him.
On the way home that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about how they’d been working right under one of the richest places in town, and hadn’t even known it. How the disgusting tunnels of waste sat snug right under a ridiculous amount of money.
Just as he reaches the end of his reminiscing, Yoongi’s fingers hit gold.
“Oh my god,” he says to no one at all, fingers shaky on the yellowed folds of the map to what will be the exit they take onto their very own personal highway to heaven.
That night at dinner, he speaks a simple “I found it,” and all hell breaks loose.
♠️
Jungkook and Taehyung have been working around Yoongi’s very eloquent instructions to just paint it and make a hole in it or something for about an hour now. They’re sweaty, and Taehyung’s bored.
“We should just leave the damn decals as they are,” Taehyung says, lazily running a washcloth with soapy water over the huge picture of a pug surrounded by bubbles that takes up most of the van’s left side.
“I ordered some already, as close to these as I could find,” Jungkook tells him, strenuously rubbing sandpaper over the hood of the car. The old paint seems to be lifting off pretty smoothly, so far. “Yoongi hyung said to paint it, but I figure just pretending it’s still being used for the same thing is easier than thinking of something else.”
“Fair enough,” Taehyung says, though he probably doesn’t sound entirely convinced. He’s been known to shy away from physical work as often as he’s able to, and wishes someone else could take over for him in removing these fucking stickers. They’re huge and, considering the steps he got off WikiHow on how to take them off, he thinks this might take longer than he’s willing to commit to it.
Jungkook, on the other hand, seems to be fully enjoying this. He’s been known to dabble in car repair and has always been good with his hands - on and off work. Taehyung takes a moment to follow the way his arm flexes while he runs the square of sandpaper all over the hood, the way his fingers flex where he’s holding on to it. There’s the loveliest droplet of sweat making its way down the slope of his neck, down towards where it meets his shoulder, and Taehyung is awfully tempted to lick it away.
But alas, the faster they finish this the faster they can be finished with it - so no distractions. Even if they seem ridiculously tempting.
“I can’t wait to pull this off,” Jungkook says, then. “I’m buying a vintage coupe, first thing. Maybe a Jag or something,” he smiles at the idea, “I could drive you around, take you to dinner and pretend you’re my sugar baby, hyungie. You’d look like a dream hanging off my arm.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you look so much older than me,” Taehyung laughs.
“Whatever, age is a social construct,” Jungkook shrugs, “I’d make one hell of a sugar daddy. Have you over my lap on the front seat, ass red and mouth wet,” he says, rubbing particularly hard against a spot where the paint seems to be stubbornly sticking to the hood.
“ Jesus, you got a mouth on you Kook” Taehyung tells him. He’d snort, if only the image he’s conjuring up in his mind with Jungkook’s words didn’t warm him all over.
“Also, what would be the point of being your sugar baby, when this’ll make us all filthy rich?” Taehyung asks him.
“I said pretend , hyung,” Jungkook sighs, cheeks dusted pink with what Taehyung thinks is embarrassment. “it’s a fantasy, okay?” he frowns.
Taehyung finds him so ridiculously endearing. “Would you fuck me over the hood of your expensive ride, Kookie baby? Hold my hands over my head and make me come on your cock, daddy? ” he says, laughing at the end because it sounds a little dumb.
Still, it makes the pink stains on Jungkook’s cheeks darker, and Taehyung is so very tempted to lick and bite. Just a little, twenty minutes tops. They could get right back to work after…
“I’d do anything you wanted, hyung,” Jungkook tells him, and the heat in Taehyung’s stomach swirls even lower.
He’s just about to reach for Jungkook, walk closer and put his lips onto Jungkook’s, hold him close with fingers on the nape of his neck, on his jaw, when Hoseok comes to ask if they want some Thai for lunch, because Jimin’s gonna pick some up on his way home from work.
They both rattle their orders off to Hoseok. When he leaves, the moment seems to have passed, and they go back to scrubbing and peeling.
So, another time then, Taehyung thinks, sighing forlornly at the loss of an excellent opportunity to test out sex on the hood of a car. They could’ve very well started with this beat down van, before they upgraded to a vintage little thing, as Jungkook wants to do. Not like it matters too much, anyway - he thinks sex with Jungkook would be good even on a zamboni, anyway.
The thought of being laid bare over the top of some hotshot sports car from the sixties, flushed and needy under Jungkook’s able fingers and hard body, makes him warm anyway. Thinking about it makes the work a little less gruelling, he’s already imagining all the other things they could do when the time comes.
It takes them over four hours to get rid of all the paint and decals, and another week to paint it again and add new decals - a fluffy shiba inu and soapy-looking little pomeranians, with the words Ruff Cutts - Mobile Pet Groomers added big and bold, now on it.
Finally, they saw a big hole right in the middle of its floor. The inside is a weird mix of basins that he supposes were used for dog grooming, and some rolling chairs they’ve attached onto the floor.
The hole is enough to fit the biggest of them, and it’s what they’ll use to come in and out of the manhole and onto the van with a shitload of money, without anyone suspecting.
The whole thing looks ridiculous. Taehyung’s absolutely convinced it’ll serve its purpose without a problem.
♠️
The actual digging is, unsurprisingly, the worst part of the plan. They take a line from Yoongi’s worksplace’s books, and draw three names from a bowl. It’s an intense and very elaborate affair, with Seokjin insisting on carefully cutting every one of their names out from the pink slips of paper where Jimin had written them and Hoseok arguing about probabilities and whether they could actually make it random and fair.
In the end, it’s Yoongi, Jimin and Seokjin who are left with the unwanted task.
It’s a whole, very gruesome, week of the three splitting up into groups of two, to drive their beaten-up cars to the sewage manhole that Yoongi’s picked out seemingly at random. Yoongi borrows (steals) some uniforms from his workplace and for the first few days, they go down the gross-looking stairs beneath the lid and then to the even-grosser tunnel of wastewater, and take measure of the height and width and tide - if you even call the movement of a bunch of dirty wastewater underground that - of it all.
In the meantime, Taehyung and Namjoon take to researching and discussing chemistry and the physical aspects of blowing something the fuck up. Then, on a sunny friday, Yoongi, Jimin and Seokjin spend a whole twelve hours blowing shit the fuck up and digging at a spot that seems absolutely inconsequential to Jimin but, just as they had surmised, leads them right into a long-forgotten boiler room in the Casino’s basement.
“Holy fuck,” Jimin whispers, when the hole they’ve made on the wall is wide enough that Yoongi fits through it and “oh shit, that’s a fucking boiler ,” he says, very eloquently, and almost faints right there, crouching in front of Seokjin in some dirty tunnel they’ve pulled out of their asses and which has “holy fuck, oh shit. Oh my god,” led them right to the answer to all their collective problems.
“I’m going to throw up,” Seokjin says, and he looks awfully pale when Jimin turns back to him. “Fuck, Jiminie, I’m going to puke right here, oh my god.”
“Please don’t puke, hyung,” Yoongi says, and his eyes are shining with mischief and elation, as he stands there - small and proud in the middle of a long-forgotten room that’s about to serve a higher purpose, to end all their struggles. He looks like all of Jimin’s dreams come true, all of his desires collected into this vessel of a man that’s holding a hand out for both him and Seokjin, leading them to their own personal salvation.
“Hyung, kiss me,” Jimin tells him, a little breathless, just as Seokjin leans over and empties his stomach right into the mix of dirt and broken brick they’re crouching on.
♠️
The details of the plan are still a little sketchy, in Jungkook’s head. He’s really been trying to listen to the whole thing, but they’ve been talking about it for over a month now - before they began their preparations, and then during, and now that it is all set and ready to go. He’s going to be paired up with Yoongi, anyway, so he figures he can get away with not listening to every single step . He’ll just show up and do his best, as he always does. If he’s lucky enough, he might even get away with shooting something - he’s never really shot anything but a paintball gun, and the prospect of it makes him morbidly excited.
He wouldn’t shoot a person, of course. Just, maybe he can do one shot to the air like they do in movies, or something. That’d be tight as fuck.
Anyway, the plan is easy enough. Well, not really, but Jungkook’s bit is easy enough, he figures.
Yoongi and him go in like unsuspecting customers looking to lose some cash. Namjoon works his magic to trick the guards at the back door into thinking he’s there to do some maintenance work (Hoseok will make sure it appears as though he truly is, as far as anyone in the place is concerned). The three of them will meet in a staff bathroom (unoriginal, yes, but probably effective), and switch out of their clothes and into something more… criminal, and then they’ll put some masks on and shoot the place up.
In the meantime, Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin will come out through the tunnel they’ve made (they’ll bring their own masks). The three of them will meet Namjoon at the vaults, do something that will enable Hoseok to open them right up, like Aladdin’s cave of all capitalist wonders, and then it’s wam bam, they’re about seventy million richer than they were in the morning.
Then it’s out through the tunnels and into the beauty that are the sewers. At the van, Hoseok will be pretending he’s grooming dogs but actually he’ll be hacking the shit out things so that it appears as though none of them were ever there to do anything illegal. Then they’ll get home, have some amazing sex, and fuck off the face of the earth.
Well, in all actuality the plan is a little more complex than that. But those are the main points of it, so that’s what Jungkook will focus on for now.
And, actually- “we should fuck” Jungkook says, interrupting whatever Namjoon was trying to say.
“I- What, like right now? ’ Seokjin asks, looking back at Jungkook a little incredulously.
“Sure, or whenever you’re done talking about the fucking plan,” Jungkook drawls with a shrug, “I’m not picky.”
Hoseok snorts. “You’re a fucking minx,” he tells Jungkook, hand coming to rest dangerously high on one of his thighs.
“Look who’s talking,” Jimin tells him.
“Last fuck as broke men, Jiminie hyung,” Jungkook tells him, holding Hoseok’s hand with his own and moving it so it rests directly above his clothed dick. “Next time we fuck, it’ll be on a bed of money. I’ll blow you while Hosek hyung throws bills all over us, fuck you hard before we blow sixty grand on some dumb shit. We can snort coke off some hundred dollar bills.” Hoseok squeezes him through his pants, and he gasps.
“This isn’t a fucking mafia movie, Kook. Have you been reading those weird novels again? None of us even do crack, dear god. What the fuck is wrong with your generation?” Yoongi asks.
Namjoon snorts so hard the water he’d been drinking comes right out of his nose.
Jungkook can feel his dick softening. Why do they always have to ruin these things for him? He swears he should leave them for people who aren’t fucking sixty year-olds in the bodies of people in their twenties.
“Whatever,” Jungkook tells them, getting up from the couch. “I could recite the entire plan in my dreams, with how much we’ve talked about it. I’m going to bed, wanna get naked and play. You’re all free to come when you’re done being a bunch of old bores,” he tells them.
No one’s laughing anymore, huh? Jungkook thinks, walking away with a tilt of his hips that he’s seen them all drool over, before.
A couple of hours later finds them all in a bed that’s probably too small for seven adults.
They make it work anyway. Oh boy, do they make it work.
As promised, they have their wicked ways with each other one last time before it all goes down. This is their last night before someone calls action and it’s off to commit a ridiculous amount of crimes for them.
As far as last fucks go, Jungkook thinks this one is absolutely worth remembering.
♠️